What Steve has in common with his toddler...

I am upstairs, reading the book for my small group and because we have no heating/air it is very easy for sound to travel around the house.

I am sitting here in silence listening to Abby and Steve sing at the top of their lungs. What are they singing? Mostly nonsense. Steve and Abby have a shared belief that the lyrics are not as important as the passion of a song.

A moment a camera can't capture. Sigh.